Avengers Oneshots

Teach Me (Part 1) - Stony

Your average student x teacher, but the age difference isn't horrible and they're both over 18 because it's college. Steve looks like he does after he gets the serum (a little bit less muscular though), but he can still get drunk since he didn't actually get the serum in this AU.

Also! College grades go up like high school grades, meaning 1st year is still freshman, 2nd is sophomore, 3rd is junior, and 4th and beyond (if you're going to college for more than 4 years) is senior :) And class refers to what year you're graduating, like the class of 2023 is graduating in 2023

Steven Rogers was on his way to get his teaching degree. He went to Harvard University, and always got amazing grades. He was one of the top students in his class.

However, to get his degree, he had to become a student teacher for a year. Steve got lucky, and managed to get the position in a 3rd year mechanics class, meaning that he'd be working with people his age that he's never met before.

He didn't know much about the subject, but knew enough to where he could make a few small lesson plans and projects for the students to do while he taught.

On his first day as a student teacher, he got up earlier than usual, showering and making sure that his hair was perfect. He didn't want to overdo his looks, but he didn't want to look like someone homeless was trying to teach them what to do.

He got to the class before the students arrived, getting a very descriptive explanation on what he'd be doing. The professor explained to him that there were barely any limitations on what Steve could teach, but made the limitations that were there very clear.

Steve stood at the front of the room, next to the professor's desk. He watched as students trickled in, some lively and awake, while others almost looked dead.

One student caught Steve's eye. He didn't look as tired as some, but he definitely wasn't too thrilled to be up at 7am. He was adorable in Steve's eyes. Dark brown hair and eyes, but they lit up the room. He sat in the middle of the room, taking out a notebook and a pencil, ready to write any notes.

Steve watched as the professor explained why Steve was there and what he'd be doing. He then proceeded to hand Steve a folder and told him that he was going to teach the lesson for the day to see if he could handle the pressure of being in front of the room.

Steve briefly looked through the folder as the professor went over what the students had done the day before. He already understood all of what was in the folder, having taken a mechanic's class his sophomore year. They were going over different kinds of metals, where to use which ones, and how to tell the difference between them.

Steve's lecture started out good. He stood straight up and kept eye contact with the students, making sure to ask if anyone needed more time to write notes or ask questions. The students slowly warmed up to him, but still wouldn't, or couldn't, Steve couldn't tell, answer any questions he'd ask.

All except for the boy he noticed this morning. His hand would shoot up at every question, and he'd get the answer right every time.

Steve finally came to a question he knew he wouldn't get an answer to, though he hoped somebody knew. He glanced around, "Now this is a hard one. When seeing names of chemical compounds, you might see something like "iron (III) oxide", which is Fe2O3. What do the Roman numerals in parentheses mean?"

The boy's hand, once again shot up. Steve held back a smile, looking at him, "Go ahead."

"The Roman numerals distinguish it from other types of iron oxide. For example, iron (II) oxide is FeO. Since transition metals often have more than one possible charge, the Roman numerals are needed." He explained simply. He'd said it in a way that made Steve think that this was first grade science for him.

Steve glanced at the professor, then back at the student, "What's your name?"

"Tony Stark." Tony raised an eyebrow.

"Meet me after class. I want to talk to you."

"That's never a good sign. I thought that I'd actually done something right in this class." Tony shot a mean look at the professor, who was reading.

Once the bell rang, Steve led Tony out into the hall, standing in front of the door. Tony sighed, "So, Rogers, what'd I do?"

"Nothing wrong, that's for sure. But this brings up another subject. Why do you hate that professor so much?" Steve leaned against the wall.

"He's a dick." Tony shrugged, "Always getting onto me for getting the answers right, even when nobody else knows. He hates that I'm his star student."

Steve admired him as he spoke. Tony was shorter than him, almost by a whole head. Steve shrugged, "I've met a few professors like that-"

"Are you free tonight?" Tony looked up at him.

Steve looked at him, "Wait, what?"

"I said; are you free tonight? You're pretty cute, I'd like to take you somewhere. Get to know you."

Steve's face went red. He sputtered for a second before nodding, "Y-yeah, sure.."

"Cool, meet me at the campus's main entrance around 5 tonight." Tony grinned, walking away.

Steve let out a shaky breath, somehow already nervous. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, checking the time. It was 9:30am, meaning he had the rest of the day to prepare. He only had to teach the one class since he'd be a student teacher for two years instead of one.

Steve slid his phone back into his pocket and walked back into the classroom. He grabbed his jacket and began his journey home.

He lived in a small apartment complex, fitted with a gym on the first floor. They gave you everything you'd have in a normal house in the apartment. Separate rooms, a washing machine and a dryer, etc.

Once he'd gotten to the complex, he headed down to the gym, spending most of his day there like he usually did. Around 3, he headed back to his apartment and showered, washing the dirt and sweat off of himself.

By the time he got out, did his hair, and finally found something he could settle on to wear, it was 4:30. The drive to campus took around 15 minutes, so Steve figured that he'd go ahead and leave.

He left his apartment and headed to the parking lot. He slid onto his motorcycle, a gift from his father, and began driving back to the campus. Traffic wasn't too horrible, so by the time he made it to the main entrance, it was 4:47.

He parked and sat on the steps leading to the doors. He got on his phone, scrolling through his Instagram. At 5:00 on the dot, he heard a car roll up.

Tony was in a dark red Ferrari, dressed similarly to how Steve was; a plain button up and tie with black pants and shoes. He got out of the car and headed to the passenger's side, opening the door, "You coming or should I carry you like a princess?"

Steve blushed slightly and stood, heading towards the car. He uttered a quiet "Thanks" as he got in.

Tony closed the door and got in on the drivers side, looking at Steve, "Have you ever been to that italian place downtown?"

Steve shook his head.

"Well, you're in for a treat."

PART 2 MAY CONTAIN SMUT SO I'M SPLITTING THE CHAPTERS UP INCASE PEOPLE WANNA SKIP THAT. PART 2 OUT SOON (Probably later tonight for tomorrow.)

Thanks for reading :)